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Leicester laughed aloud. "You need not tell me! Do I not know Lady Alinor's fine and elegant fingers stirring a pot of soup when I see them? But so far, so well done. Let us finish it now," Leicester said, not realizing he had stricken Ian mute with his insight. He raised his voice, calling at the top of a pair of healthy lungs, "A Vipont! À Vipont!"

 
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